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Title: The Next Mission

Post- NFA

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Prologue

A lone figure stands at the end of an alleyway looking at the scene before her. A damp desolate alley littered with death caused by a war that won't go down in history, that won't be known to mankind. Fought by Champions, protecting people who have no idea of such darkness, no clue that these champions are the reason that the sun still rises. The woman takes a calm breath and moves through the alley almost floating as she weaves through the demonic shells that were great dark warriors only hours, minutes, and seconds ago. Her classic Victorian white dress flowing around her as a gentle breeze goes through the alley. She suddenly stops by the body of a young bald black man. His hand over a stomach wound that stopped bleeding hours ago, his other gripping an ax. He was a warrior from birth and a warrior in death, fighting the good fight and keeping his mission. She smiles a soft smile as she bends down and closes his eyes saying a soft prayer underneath her breath. The woman rises and continues on her way 'No time to waste, my William needs me' she continues on till she stops in the middle of the alley. Standing before the body of what appears to be a young man, with sharp cheekbones and blonde-white hair along with a severe gash across his forehead. His black shirt is torn to ribbons barley covering his bruised and cut upper body. She leans over him and speaks softly in a refined English voice "Wake William, it's time to wake up my sweet boy." She finishes by brushing his loose and un kept hair away from his face.

'Oh bloody hell...wh.. where am I?' Spike thinks as he groans out loud in pain. 'Maybe I made it to heaven?' Spike takes a big whiff of his surroundings Rotting flesh, blood, and battle. 'Nope the other place, well isn't that just soddin typical a bloke risks his life for the world not once but TWICE and this..' Spike stops thinking when he hears a soft voice asking him to wake up. "William wake up, open your eyes" she says. Spike slowly blinks his eyes open and stares at the woman before him, she has blue eyes and long gray hair wrapped up in a bun, obviously in her mid-sixty's yet aged very well, she wears a soft smile on a kind face.

Shakily Spike asks "Mum?"

Her smile broadens "Yes William it's me."

He grabs her wrist, she's warm, and she's real. She's not a ghost and she's not some twisted mockery wearing her face. "What's going on mum?" Spike asks in a voice that suddenly slips into it's refined past.

"You survived, you lived and now it's time."

"What about Charlie, Blue, and Peaches?"

She looks at him with sad eyes "I'm sorry William your friends didn't make it."

Spikes eyes close and he leans back holding his tears, he didn't know them very well, but they were all he had left and Angel was the last of his family. 'God, why do you do this to me now, when I was finally building a life when I was finally getting a family.' He thinks to himself.

His mother starts to talk again "For one hundred years they weren't sure which one it was going to be, who was going to live, but I always had faith in you always believed, and I was right and now it's time."

He looks at his mother "Time? Time for what! Time for everything to die around me! Time to lose my friends my family! What time is it MUM! Tell me please." His rant died to a soft whisper. Before his mother gets a chance to respond he notices that it's day time and he's not burning up, his eyes dart straight up into the sky and sees the sun shining right on him. He checks his pulse 'Nope still dead'

"Mum what's going on!" He pleads.

She smiles at his confusion and panic "This is a small reward before the big one, you're still needed and now it's time."

"Time for what!"

"Time for you to be what you are."

His voice soft and low "What am I?"

She gives him a small smile and cups his cheek

"You're a Champion."

(Should I continue?)